Some Memories Inside The Chest Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Make the memories bigger and longer
with the passion of my intense love;
I don't know them, the ones I
talk to in my mind, in a soft voice
In the morning or at noon; Nothing
but emptiness and futility;
Even then, when I am alone and mingling
, I tremble with the light that shines;
Memorable thoughts are deep in the dew drops,
constantly in the yellow forest.
In a broken body, everything of beauty
seems to be embedded in the heart;
The pure touch of art touches the trunk of the hyacinth,
I look at one in amazement
Towards the shadows, who speak to others as mine;
Those paths of stability
Much of which is a white cloud that flies on
strange wings on my unfamiliar, uncertain day;
Whoever draws on my lips is a
difficult beauty to carve out imagery
At the level of the touch of the mind,
all the meanings of prayer seem to come true without fear;
On a bright luminous day everything seems
to be lost in the moment in my deep emptiness
Lost is the wise realization, in the abyss of
anyone thought, the touch of the sun
Goes to my growing body, trembling in a
nightmare in the middle of the night
with a deep emptiness;
Let the stagnation find its own way to the
specific destination, standing in the moonlight
In the silent red dew, trembling inside the chest,
some memories fall in love with Amal